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Produced by The dream Beats.
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I'm older, a loner, alone and I quote the Joker
The pale moonlight glows, showing growing and open ulcers
I know I don't know the road and so I'm on the shoulder
And I'm over this whole shindig, over vocals, so I'll close her
But I'm learning to love as I'm burning em up in a furnace of fucks that I won't give
I'm perky and pumped as I'm turning me up because surely not one of you knows this
I'm so pissed, go figure, this is hopeless
Cuz nobody living'll listen to spit from a cynical, pissy, but dope kid
It's no act, this is so fact, no swag
I don't stack dough, racks or bones, yo it's so sad
No active tactics fashioned for some faux flash
All I got's this rap, this passion, and oh, my gonads
Hustle is something I wanted but nothing I've done is enhancing my views
Cuz nothing's enough when you're stumbling under the gun of your lucky and vanishing youth
The damn truth is I ain't managed to be the man, dude
Dammit I'm moody, I'm manic in music, a fan of the stupid, ya mans doomed
Cuz I ain't playing when im saying I'm insane and
I been making every day a day to wake up writing mayhem
Create it then display it cuz I made it, find a playlist
I'm making up for ancient Tisse in cages, I'm escaping
I do it to do it, I'm doing the Dew as I'm fueling my goose egg
I knew that I blew it as soon as I stupidly grew up confused, dead
But I ain't losing it, the looney bins the booth, get it?
Use it or lose it, I'm moving to music, I'm loose and I'm doing it bootleg
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